Chapter 1 – Salt and Secrets of the Scarlet Sea
The ship was modest enough. Once a military cruiser, it was decommissioned in the years following the war and subsequently took to running the notorious Fuchsia-Cinnabar run for small parties either too impatient or too rich to make the round trip to Vermilion for a real liner.
For a yacht, it was a subdued single floor affair with eight modest bedrooms, a lounge, kitchen, bathrooms and an isolated captain's box in the front. Beneath the deck was a shipping hold once used to ferry supplies– in general, it was the sort of backstage area no-one would give two thoughts to.
Mr. Edmin Detari, age 46, was found slaughtered this morning among the freight.
"It's always the politicos, isn't it," Blaine spat.
He had been as familiar with the victim as he had been with the other passengers, which was to say not at all. They'd weighed anchor in the late afternoon and he'd been groggy enough after the trip down from Fuchsia that he hit the sack immediately.
Yet though he'd never met Detari, Blaine knew all he needed from seeing him once. Shined shoes, primped jacket with a logo sewn into the collar, the winning smile of a starving Arbok– he was a like kind with the urban predators that stalked Saffron's main street back home. Nobody went to Cinnabar dressed like that unless they were looking to schmooze up to the island's honchos.
"So, Doll. Where did everyone cut out to?"
"Allow me to explain," the chestnut-haired maid replied with a short bow. "My name is Eri, sir. Eri Rhodes."
It took a moment before Blaine realized she wasn't adding anything else.
"A-ha, you're a plucky one. I'm with it; I gotta call you Rhodes, righto?"
"Eri is fine, sir," she said placidly. "The rest of the passengers should be in the lounge. I apologize, but I must report to the captain; he carries the only key to the scene, I'm afraid."
Blaine winked. "Went behind his back in getting' me, then?"
She merely smiled, and with a brief curtsy, left for the captain's box.
The moment she was out of eyesight, Blaine sighed as if he was a deflating balloon. Truth be told, this was exactly the sort of thing he was afraid of. Where there was smoke, there was fire. It was just like him to get tangled up in something when he was shipped out as a complete formality.
Well, it wasn't like he shied away from a challenge. Even now, his heart was starting to pound– this was exactly the sort of thing he'd signed up for. Now, if only it'd been a ship to anywhere else besides his own personal little island of troubles...
Well, it wasn't like he could do anything about it now. Shoving his worries and the door out of the way, Blaine entered the lounge.
It was a cozy affair, with several couches, a minibar, and a short table made for games of cards over a brandy on the rocks. The scent of coffee filled the air, flowing from a half-empty pot in the corner, sitting atop a hotplate. It would have been a pleasant enough salon, had not four pairs of unfamiliar been immediately drawn towards him.
"I see we've found just the man we were looking for," laughed a middle-aged man sitting alone in one of the couches. He rose first, and immediately, to shake Blain's hand as he walked in. Blaine resisted a grimace; the only reason a man would be that eager to meet an investigator is if it made a pleasant digression from the topic at hand. He could almost imagine the frigidity of talking small when you knew someone aboard the ship was a murderer.
"Professor Robert Aspen, at your service," he said with a genial smile. He had a broad face with wide eyes clearly marked with decades of ill sleep, and poorly wore a dark cotton suit that looked like it was about to strangle him. "It seems the both of us are in for a long week, I'm afraid."
"Blaine, P.I. I wouldn't get too cranked just yet, Teach," he gave a very deliberate smile to the other three. "We just gotta catch the punk killer, wouldn'tcha say?"
Most gave him odd looks, but Aspen just laughed. "Well said, Mr. Blaine. I will say, when the girl mentioned there was a dick on board, the last thing I imagined was a modern young man like yourself. You've certainly made my day."
"Fraid there's few cats like me no matter where you look," Blaine said, shrugging it off. He was slicker than the average schmo on the street, it was true. "Fresh eyes haven't had a chance ta' go moldy quite yet."
"Ha! Well, that's true enough," Aspen said smiling, "I assume you have eyes beneath those sunglasses, then?" he added a fair-mannered barb before turning to the others. "Ah, I believe I've been remiss in my manners? Allow me to introduce our companions," he said, turning first to a dark-haired man shuffling a deck of cards on the other side of the table.
"This good fellow is Sir Lym Sierg, professional cardsharp."
Sierg chuckled at that, a low sound that befit his pale face. He was a slight man with youthful features and a sharp sense of dress, though the cut of his suit seemed a decade or two out of date.
"You do me too much honor, master Aspen," he said with a thick Kalosian accent. "I am little more than a tourist, who has perhaps a bit too much fun along the way."
He stifled a yawn.
"My apologies master detective, but the time, it is earlier than I trend to rising at. I apologize if I forget my manners," he said, inclining his head briefly. Blaine noticed him flicking a pair of cards between his hands quickly as he spoke.
"As all of us can attest, Sir Sierg is a champion on the game table," Aspen continued, undeterred. "I have never been so thankful to travel on a light wallet."
Sierg waved off the non-compliment with a chuckle and another attempt at a wave, before attention was drawn to the remaining two women in the room. One was tall and young, with golden tresses, a serious face and harsh blue eyes matching a simple blue dress bound about the waist with a ribbon. Though it complimented her slim form well, Blaine noted it wasn't a fashion particularly inclined to the season. Nor, in fact, did it work to mask its owner's obvious affluence.
The other was short where the other was tall, with the lined face of a woman at least in her forties and a short, bobbed haircut, greased black. Her frame was stocky for a woman's and she wore a man's suit with practiced ease. A guard of some sort, clearly.
"And you are...?" Blaine began, and seeing there was no response forthcoming, cleared this throat. "Ah, that is to say..." he mumbled, "I have the honor of making the acquaintance of...?"
The silence continued until Aspen coughed politely enough to break it.
"My apologies; I'm afraid not quite all of us have acquiesced to your investigation..." he said, looking a little bashful about the affair. "These two are Primula and Anyula, travelers."
"I think 'travelers' covers all of us, Teach. You might want to be a bit more specific."
The blonde glanced between Blaine and her companion briefly, but it was the dark haired one who spoke first.
"We are ambassadors from the southern colonies of Hoenn. I apologize, but our nation limits what we might tell you in this trying circumstance," she said, sounding as if she were reading off of a cue card.
Hoenn was a popular sort of place to be from if you didn't want to make enemies, Blaine mused. It was distant enough that you weren't liable to be caught out, regardless of how far fetched the lie. Few Kantoans knew enough about the southern island colonies to call anyone out.
Given the way blondie avoid looking him directly in the eye, he guessed she didn't know much about Hoenn either.
Blaine didn't smile, but part of him wanted to, a little. Sniffing out the truth a little bit at a time, regardless of how poorly the upper crust might try lying– it was the sort of thing that made life worth living, really.
Investigation – Lounge Area
Characters available to speak with: Professor Aspen, Sir Sierg, Primula, Anyula
Total Actions for this Investigation: 5
[] Speak with {Character}
-[] What's your alibi?
-[] Where are you from?
-[] {Write in}
[] Investigate {Place or Object in Lounge}
You may only vote for 3 of the 5 actions in this turn.
BONUS VOTE
On the first turn of the quest, you are gifted with 60 Sleuth Points. You must spend some of these now on the Pokemon that Blaine currently carries. Sleuth Points can be used in between Chapters for new pokemon or bonuses, or during chapters for Hints.
Blaine is currently carrying only one of his pokemon with him on this trip, that being...
[] Grimer, the least experienced pokemon he owns. (20 SP)
[] Growlithe, his oldest and most trusted partner. (40 SP)
[] Slowbro, a veteran pokemon entrusted to him by the Saffron Investigation League (60 SP)